As soon as the plane landed in Chittagong, Dania felt like Harry
Potter. Only she was going into a world of punishments rather than a
world of magic. She had no idea how she will cope with all the
punishments she will have to take.
Dania loved the
house. There were many servants in the house, so she was not do any
chores. This she could live with she told herself.
There
was still one and a half month for the school to start, so the biggest
concern for Rehana and Saleem was to get Dania the Bangladeshi
nationality. And they also felt that since Dania will not be going to
school for a while, they could arrange for her to learn Bengali language
at home. Rehana was very determined to convert Dania into a complete
Bengali as soon as possible. This is the only way she could forget
Pakistan and her old parents. After one week of getting used to each
other and surroundings, Dania was introduced to her Bengali tutor. She
was teacher Salma.
Damn she looks strict. What is she going to do to me during lessons.
But
to her surprise, teacher Salma was very sweet and taught very well. She
didn't even scold, she acted like a friend. Rehana had asked teacher
Salma to work on her spoken Bengali first, then after she had gotten
good in spoken, she can work on reading and writing. Dania found it
extremely easy, as many words matched with Urdu.
After
2 weeks, they showed her her Bangladeshi passport. When she saw it, she
felt like a stamp of Bangali is posted on her buttocks, a stamp of
being a Bangali Murgi. She was now a complete Bangali. Right after
showing her the new passport, Rehana also passed a new rule in the
house.
"No more Urdu or English in the house!"
"You must converse in pure Bengali from now on in the house as you are now a pure Bengali."
Dania had learned quite a bit of Bengali, but she was not well versed. She still struggled to make complete sentences.
I wonder what will be the offense for speaking in Urdu or English in the house? I hope it is not one of those ear punishments.
Dania broke the law 2 days later.
She was trying to say a sentence in her broken Bengali, when she accidentally uttered a word in Urdu.
"That is an Urdu word." Rehana said.
Dania looked in anticipation at Rehana's face. What will she make me do now? Make me murga for it?
After a long silence, Rehana finally said, "Apologize!"
Ohh, that is it. I thought I was in trouble.
"Sorry." Dania said in Bengali.
"Not like this. Hold your ears and say sorry." Rehana commanded.
So it is true, Bengali's love ears. This is it. My first ear punishment now.
"Should
I stand up and hold my ears or I can say it while sitting only?" She
inquired. Talking like this about ear holding seemed an embarrassment on
its own.
"You can sit and hold your ears."
Dania took her hands and grabbed her ears without thinking much. Her ear lobes felt cold. "Sorry."
"Make
sure whenever you say sorry you hold your ears too. Otherwise they are
meaningless words. You have to show from your body language that you are
sorry. And not just to me, but to everyone from now on. Being my
daughter you are required to do this."
By the time
Dania left her ears, her face had started coloring red. It wasn't so
apparent because of her dark color. Her ears especially had gone red and
from cold to hot.
Holding her ears made Dania fall
deeper into the Bangali hole. She felt like another of her Pakistani
part has been taken away. Now she can't even say sorry without holding
her ears. Her body felt like a Bangali Murgi more than ever.
School
was due to start tomorrow. She was to start her class 9. She was
admitted in the Chittagong Grammar School, which was one of the best
schools in the city. The uniform was red check kameez with red shalwar.
The sleeves of the kameez had to be small, just the way she liked it.
When she wore the uniform in the morning, she felt even more Bangali. Wearing the uniform felt like a punishment in itself.
During
breakfast, she uttered a word in English. For which she was made to
hold her ears and say sorry again. In a span of 2 days, she had held her
ears twice. In Pakistan, she had never held her ears.
"Next time I will punish you for this, sorry will not suffice anymore."
Great. That is just what I had to hear on my first day of school, when I am so anxious about punishments in school.
Dania had the urge to ask what sorts of punishments will Rehana subject her to, but didn't.
Her
first day went pretty well. She made 2 friends. There were 16 girls and
14 boys in the class. She had been exempted from second language
Bengali for the first term, but it was compulsory to take it in the
second term to pass the class as she did not have a foreign passport
anymore.
In the meanwhile, teacher Salma had started working on
her written Bangla. Dania was really struggling in writing and reading
as the alphabets were alien to her.
With the struggle, teacher
Salma's attitude had begun to change, but she hadn't yet punished Dania
in anyway, not even threatened.
After one week of
schooling, the teachers in the school went into punishing mode. But it
were the boys who were mostly punished. Just once the Algebra teacher
made 2 girls stand holding their ears for talking in class. Girls were
mostly just scolded and reprimanded.
Dania received her
first punishment during the Bengali class in the third week. The
Bengali teacher was not very strict, didn't scold or became angry, but
punished a lot. In every class she made at least 2 students do uthak
baithak 100 times for one reason or another. Making students stand
holding their ears was her favorite. In the Bengali class, she commanded
all the students to stand holding their ears, because they had
forgotten to remind her of a certain topic. All the students stood, but
Dania kept sitting as she was exempted from Bengali, and wasn't
responsible for the mistake.
"You also stand and catch your ears. Join the class."
Dania did not have the guts to protest or say anything. She stood up and found it extremely difficult to hold her ears.
But i didn't do anything. Why am I punished?
She was standing and thinking, when the Bengali teacher said, "Clench your ears."
The
2 girls who were standing in front turned their necks to look at her.
Dania felt it is even more humiliating to hold your ears and turn
around. The 2 girls really made her uncomfortable, even though they were
the ones who were holding their ears and Dania had not held her yet. So I will look just like them now.
Dania raised her gorgeous hands to grasp her small ears, as her heart beat got faster.
As her hands were going up to embrace her ears, a storm of thoughts rushed through her mind.
Who came up with this punishment?
What is the purpose of holding ears?
Why are ears so significant? Maybe they aren't, that is why holding them is a punishment?
What have ears got to do with anything?
Why is holding them so hard? I mean they are just a tiny part of the body.
Grabbing ears, so easy, yet so hard?
Her fingers finally met their destination. She had never felt more discomfort in her life.
I cannot stand like this for long.
Dania
had no idea where to look. She felt like the whole class was looking at
her. Looking at how stupid she looked holding her ears, even though
they were also holding their ears. But she was a Pakistani and she was a
new student in the school. They were used to it, she wasn't. That is
why maybe everyone was looking at her. She looked down at her desk as
this was the only place she could dare look.
As time passed, she felt like she is converting into a complete 'Bangalan'. How can holding ears and standing have this effect on someone? It
was like a process, a transformation process going on. Like her hands
were some sort of an equipment that were converting her into a Bangalan
by holding her ears. She had never felt the power of her ears so much.
Her ears were small and insignificant, but now she was feeling their
true power. When Rehana had made her hold her ears twice, the effect was
not so much. She realized holding the ears as a punishment was
completely different than just touching them to say sorry. When you are
holding them as punishment, you have to tighten the grip on your ears
from time to time as your fingers tend to slip off the ear lobes.
The
Bengali period was the last period. The whole class was made to stand
for a whole 45 minutes. The weather was hot and Dania had started
sweating. The fan was good enough to keep the students cool, but after
the punishment was given, her body had heated up more. The bell finally
rung and students from other classes started coming out with bags loaded
on their backs. As they passed the door and window of class 9 they
looked in. None of the class 9 students dared move or leave their ears.
They could only do it if the teacher asked them. They were left 5
minutes after the bell.
As Dania picked up her bag and
walked out of the class she felt as if her transformation was complete.
She was now a complete Bangali Murgi. Standing for 45 minutes holding
your ears isn't something you would be made to do in Pakistan. After
this I won't be accepted into the Pakistani society anymore. She could
not walk straight. Her bottom felt funny. She went straight to her car
and sat. This is the time she accepted the fact that she was a Bangali
Murgi from now and this was her life from now on. She should embrace it.
She should have this relationship with her ears now. She must not feel
any embarrassment taking ear punishments anymore. But was it as simple
as she thinks it is. She decided that she will now go to the house and
say some word in Urdu, and before Rehana asks her to hold her ears and
say sorry, she would do it on her own. In this way she could tell
herself that she has accepted her Bengali-ness.
[Chapter three to follow]
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